That seemed to satisfy him, and he left her office with a small chortle. What an asshole.
The remainder of the day went by without issue or excitement, and as she shut down her computer and grabbed her bag, Jada realized she was getting sort of familiar with the long walk to Jackson’s office.
Evelyn was in her normal spot and mood, and instead of stopping to have her inform the boss she was there, Jada just walked straight to his office and went inside. She wasn’t in the mood to play nice either.
Inside, Jackson was adjusting his tie at a mirror in a pop-out wall panel.
“It looks fine.” Jada’s voice seemed to shoot Jackson out of his thoughts like a bullet.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” Jackson huffed, giving up playing with his tie.
“Doing what? Coming into my fiancé’s office?”
“Without knocking or anything, yes.”
Jada shrugged and plopped down in the chair. She folded her arms across her chest and waited expectantly.
The room was quiet as the two of them stared at each other. Apparently having given up, Jackson took the tie off, tossed it on the desk, and gestured toward the office’s back corner. There was an elevator there that Jada hadn’t seen before, and she assumed it was for his private use.
“Shall we?”
“You look better without the tie anyway.” Jada got up and headed for the elevator, clicking the button and hopping inside without another word.
Jackson hesitated at the desk, and Jada thought she might have seen a small smile sneak across his face as she’d walked by. He did his best to hide it, however, and as soon as she questioned its appearance, it was gone.
In moments, the CEO was in the private elevator with her, and the small space was eaten up by the sheer size of him. Jada hadn’t realized how tall and bulky he was until now. Now that he was mere inches from her, it was near impossible to ignore the muscles straining inside his button-down shirt.
“The bakery isn’t far. Jacques should have us there in a few minutes.”
“Jacques?” Jada raised an eyebrow at him.
The elevator dinged, and the door opened onto the street, revealing a beautiful limo waiting by the sidewalk. Jackson held his hand out in front of Jada and said, “My driver.”
Once they were inside the car, Jada couldn’t hold in the fresh questions that bloomed inside her skull.
“Do you always get driven around by a Frenchman?”
“Usually, yes.”
“How much does this thing cost?” Jada’s eyes scanned the limo’s interior amenities, all the bells and whistles. “You could give everyone a hell of a bonus with the cash from this thing.”
Jackson didn’t say anything. Jada wasn’t surprised that the idea of giving away some of his billions hadn’t occurred to him.
The remainder of the drive was quiet. Jada simply watched the buildings pass outside her window and waited for the only fun she believed she’d have during the wedding planning process. After all, eating cake could never be viewed as a bad thing—even if pie would have been better.
The limo pulled up to the rear of a large bakery with a famous name. The door was opened for Jackson and he exited, then turned to help her out of the car.
“I got it, boss,” Jada said. “How about you just lead the way to the cake?” Jada hitched her purse up on her shoulder and gestured for him to start walking.
Jackson composed himself and led the way into the building. For a bakery, it looked more like a museum. The floors were marble and the walls were a creamy blond color that made the light bounce off every surface. When they entered, a small man in a waiter’s uniform stepped out and welcomed them, falling over himself to exclaim how wonderful it was to see Mr. Hays again. Jada was introduced, and Jackson confirmed the discretion of the entire staff, she assumed for the 15th time.
They were led to a small table set up with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and two small place settings. Jackson pulled Jada’s chair out for her, and she obliged by sitting down. It was a hard move to get out of, after all.
The chivalrous behavior was only making Jada furious. They weren’t dating, they weren’t friends, and neither of them really wanted to be there. Why he felt the need to go above and beyond with the politeness was beyond her.
“We have arranged the samples you requested, sir. Would you like them brought out one at a time, or would you like to see them all?”
Jackson said, “One at a time will be—”
“That seems like such a hassle. Just bring it all out at once and we’ll go nuts.” Jada smiled at the waiter. He seemed surprised but eventually nodded and walked off to the back.
“Jada.”
“What? There’s no reason for all this fuss. It’s not like this is some sweet, special moment, right? It’s just business.”
Jackson frowned and shifted in his seat, but he kept his mouth shut.
Soon, a glistening tray of cake pairs was set before them, and Jada had to admit that they looked amazing.
“First we have the red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. This is dark chocolate butter cake with a coffee-chocolate frosting dusted with ground coffee. Next is white chocolate butter with fresh raspberry filling and a white chocolate frosting. Here we have lemon poppy seed cake with a lemon buttercream frosting. This is the classic vanilla with a unique vanilla-hazelnut frosting. And lastly, we have the pink champagne cake, which is made with vintage champagne, filled with a rum-based custard and paired with Bavarian whipped cream frosting.”
Jada’s eyes were wide, and her brain was still trying to process everything the man had said. Something about chocolate and raspberries and rum and cream. Oh Lord, this was overwhelming.
Jackson simply nodded in his usual fashion, and the waiter left him to serve the two of them the cakes. He went in order and put a piece, each on its own plate, atop the other plates that were already laid out in front of them.
Jackson took a bite of the Red Velvet and chewed. After a moment, he made judging noises and shook his head. Jada had not yet taken her first bite.
“Is there something wrong?” Jackson rested his fork on the edge of his plate and gazed at her.
“No. There’s just so much.” Jada’s eyes roamed all over the little confection on the cart next to them. “I don’t even know what to think. I’m not really a cake person,” she murmured.
“Sorry?” Jackson dabbed at his mouth with the folded napkin he had put in his lap.
“Never mind.”
Jada went through the motions and tried the pieces of cake that were presented to her. While they were definitely not bad, they all tasted so rich, and the textures made the little lumps of sugar sit in her stomach like rocks. Jackson kept nodding or shaking his head, making mental notes about the pros and cons of each piece. When he’d finished doling out each of the flavors, Jada felt like she was going to burst, or puke, whichever came first.
“So, what were your impressions?” Jackson dabbed at his mouth again.
“They were sugary.”
“Beyond that. Did you have a preference?”
“Well, they were all very much cakes and definitely didn’t skimp on the frosting.”
Jackson sighed, folding his arms across his chest. He sat there staring at her, and Jada found herself wanting to punch his perfect teeth.
The waiter returned, and, thankfully, Jackson had another question for the poor man.
“Are the full cakes available to view?”
“Yes. Of course. Right this way.”
The man led them to an adjacent room, and Jada was glad for the walking and standing, hoping it would help her angry stomach digest the saccharine devils plaguing her intestines.
In a ballroom-looking space, a few small tables were set with the corresponding full-size cakes. The small pieces had been plucked from the rear of the cakes, and the front halves were decorated as though they were about to be a part of someone’s wedding.
“Each cake ha
s been decorated with a traditional design, but you are free to switch the decorations to a different flavor, or choose your own.”
Jada eyed the flowers and sweeping curves that decked each of the cakes and saw that there were different tier options as well. They all looked so pretty, and they couldn’t have been out for long, as they’d just had pieces from them. It occurred to Jada that each of these huge cakes had been made specifically for the two of them.
Jada looked over at the waiter. “What happens to these cakes after today?”
“They will be disposed of. Your cake will be made immediately prior to the ceremony to ensure freshness.”
“You’re just going to toss them? But that’s so wasteful.”
“Jada.” Again, Jackson said her name like she was a misbehaving child.
“Well, it is.”
Jackson came over to her side and put himself between her and the waiter. “Please excuse us for a second.”
The man left, and Jada was left in a room full of pointless cakes and a boss who had bought her off.
“What flavor and style do you prefer?” His voice was low, almost a growl.
“I don’t care. Pick whatever you want. I told you I don’t like cake. I’m a strawberry-rhubarb pie kind of girl. I don’t care what it looks like. I don’t know why I had to come to this. You know how much food he’s throwing away. There are people at the office, your office, who don’t have the money to buy lunches, and here we are spending God knows what on all this stupid cake. It’s ridiculous. I’m going back to the car.”
Jada turned and left Jackson standing in the middle of all that sugar. She hoped he’d get diabetes from it all. Ugh, okay, don’t wish stuff on people. But seriously, he has no clue!
Outside, she went to the front of the limo and slid in next to Jacques. The poor guy was shocked.
“Sorry. Look, I know he has to go back to the office, but before you take him to the private garage, could you just drop me off at my car?”
The driver only nodded and went to the back of the car to open the door for Jackson.
From the front seat, Jada heard Jackson scoff, but she was more than content to let him park it back there alone. Jacques returned to the driver’s seat and did as she had asked, and Jada got out of the limo once he pulled up to her car. It was the only one left in the lot.
Without looking back, Jada hopped inside her beat-up sedan and drove off toward her apartment. Tomorrow was a whole day free of wedding planning nonsense, and she wanted it to arrive as fast as possible.
Soon enough, morning came, and Jada woke with one of the worst stomachaches she’d ever had.
“Fuck all that stupid cake!” She threw a pillow across the room in a burst of anger, which solved absolutely nothing.
Once at the office, it appeared Jackson knew better than to try to call her, choosing instead to send eight million emails to her private account. The man was persistent; she’d give him that.
As she worked on the smaller projects still active with her team, Jada did her best to go through all the messages. Most were entirely banal. He’d chosen the cake, though he didn’t say which flavor—no that it mattered—and he’d set up a chance to pick the flowers. In the email, he’d written, “I hope you’ll agree to join me tomorrow. I know this type of thing seems silly to you, but I know nothing about flowers, and I could use the guidance so I’ll avoid choosing something which will set off anyone’s allergies.”
A totally pathetic excuse, but it was nice to hear him say he didn’t have a clue about something. Ha, take that, Mr. Perfect.
She replied, “Fine. Since I have to carry them, I’ll find the strength to endure another outing with you.” A bit snarky, she knew, but he needed her to land this deal, and she was going to milk it a little.
After reading a few more pointless emails, Jada decided it was lunchtime and meandered to the break room. Reaching the linoleum-encrusted space, Jada almost had a heart attack.
On the table was a full spread of lunch options: salads, sandwiches, snacks, and drinks, each with its own ingredients list and allergy warnings. There was enough food there to feed the entire office, and it looked good too, not something cheap and easy enough to get in bulk. No, this was actual, factual lunch. Real bread, real veggies, real meat, and a real lot of it.
As she approached the table, excited to try a bit of everything, Jada saw a note posted near the box of utensils and condiments.
Please help yourselves. The company understands that things can be tough, and we want to show how much we appreciate your hard work. Enjoy this and the future complimentary lunches as a part of your employment package.
“Holy fuck.”
Behind Jada, one of her teammates, Cheryl, piped up.
“I know,” she beamed. “I can barely believe it. This is the best I’ve eaten in months. If this really keeps up, I can spend my lunch money on gas instead. Won’t that be a lifesaver?”
Jada couldn’t respond; she was still in shock. After Cheryl left, she gathered up a bit of food and went back to her office.
Could leopards change their spots?
A few hours later, the day was drawing to a close, and Jada said goodnight to everyone as they passed by her office. The last to leave was Matheson.
“How’s the filing going?” He still seemed delighted about her new task.
“It was a rough start, but it’s looking like I could actually be making a difference. I mean, it’s a small bit of progress, but who knows? It could grow into sustainable change for the future, and think how many people that would help. But I’m probably getting ahead of myself.”
“What?” Matheson said, confused by her string of non-sequiturs.
“Sorry. Just thinking out loud. Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too.” He turned and wandered off to the regular elevator, shaking his head.
As she looked back at her email and scrolled through the remaining messages, Jada had to join in the head shaking. Who was she kidding? Sure, providing lunch had been a nice gesture, but people, especially people like Jackson, never really changed.
She could see it all now: as soon as the deal went through, Jackson wouldn’t need to be in her good graces anymore, and he’d pulled the lunch program right away. For now, it was a nice treat for some of the staff, and even a week or two without having to pay for lunch could make a big difference for a decent amount of them. It wasn’t paying their rent or medical bills, but it was something.
The remaining messages she looked over were just a few questions here and there that Jackson must have sent later in the day. Did she have any allergies? Was she lactose intolerant? Did she have a heart condition or chronic illness? It was strange, to say the least. Most people didn’t get to know someone through direct email questions. But he probably wasn’t using them to get to know her. He just needed some things on paper so he could arrange a decent-looking “marriage” and not kill his bride in the process.
Jada typed up all the answers and shot the email back with a click of the mouse. With that done, it was time to go home, and she took the elevator down to the parking garage. Inside, she sang along with the music, the song “Walking on Sunshine” echoing through the speakers, and bounced happily. It was odd to be in such a good mood when everything had been so weird at work, but guilting the boss into offering free lunch had put a spring in her step.
She exited the elevator and walked to her car. The thing chirped in response to the auto-unlock, and Jada fired up the pathetic excuse for an engine. Traffic going home at this time of night was always a bit better than earlier, and Jada looked forward to getting home, starting a bath, and drinking a big glass of red wine while she soaked in lavender-scented bubbles. All in all, it could have been a worse day, and tomorrow was flower time. With no clue where she was going to see their options, Jada preemptively decided to choose her favorite regardless. Irises were it for her, even if the place didn’t offer them. Jackson was loaded, and if she was going to waste a first m
arriage on a rich, muckety-muck, she was getting her favorite flowers. She was certain of that.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, Jada strolled into the office with determination setting her shoulders. A quick peek in the break room revealed the same table set-up as the previous day, and she smiled to herself. How much could she get Jackson to change around here? How much could she make sure was permanent? The CEO may not have planned to give her all this bonus stuff when they’d made their arrangement, but it was going to happen. She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
On her desk, Jada found a stack of papers that she had to go through for the marketing department's latest project, and she found herself correcting errors in the signage with a gentler tongue than normal. It was strange to be in such a good mood just because she had made the tiniest bit of an impression on her boss, but after trying for what felt like forever to get anyone at this company to wake up and step up, it was a welcome change.
Jada doled out suggestions to her team and had lengthy conversations about appealing to their customers’ humanity. Her team seemed to back the idea and were eager to get started. It felt like they were doing some of the best work they had in a while. Apparently, everyone was ready for a bit of a revamp.
By the time Jada had gotten her editorial work finished, the afternoon had snuck up on her, the clock revealing it was 3:30. She checked for messages from Jackson and was surprised to find her inbox empty. Not that she minded; it was nice not to have to answer a million questions for once. Jada allowed herself a free moment to check her phone, and her heart sank as soon as she did.
The text, from her mom, read: “Hey, honey. Dad’s been asleep for a while now. He can’t seem to stay awake. No word on a donor yet, but don’t worry. What about you, honey? Everything okay at work? We love you. Be safe.”
The reminder of the real reason she had agreed to this ridiculous “business arrangement” hit Jada hard in the chest. Her father needed her so much, and here she was in a great mood because she’d earned free lunch for a few employees. No, it wasn’t enough. She needed to get this money and be gone. There was no way she wanted to stick around in the marketing department after this was over.
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